Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 868 Homecoming Song
"You don't like roses," said the regular in the store, "or don't you like red?"

Luo Binhan slowly turned his gaze back to the table.He didn't know what expression he had when he looked at the paper rose decoration on the wall just now, which made the other party have such a judgment.But he really wasn't admiring them.Two days had passed since he awoke from the nightmare, and he no longer found any festoons or colors bright and beautiful.As he gazed at the delicate pieces of origami, he just noticed that they were actually a bit old, perhaps curled and wrinkled at the corners from the humidity.

"They're fine," he said. "I just remembered...something else."

"Emotional?"

"Just about gardening."

Red-haired Anthony Kent glanced over the top of the laptop screen.His name was only told to Luo Binhan yesterday.The name he gave might not be his real name, because Luo Binhan always felt that his surname and first name were too common, and the combination seemed quite familiar.But he did see the other party sign Antony·M·Kent on the note left to the shopkeeper yesterday.

That was the only foreign text on the entire note.The main content is written in Chinese characters, the handwriting cannot be said to be beautiful and smooth, at least the strokes are clear and easy to recognize, but it looks very jerky, very much like the handwriting of excellent elementary school students he can see on TV programs.Only the signature is in English, and this foreigner who is fluent in Chinese still signed an elegant and scribbled English name.

"Why don't you sign the Chinese name?" He asked with interest.

"Just getting used to it," Anthony said. "He knows I wrote it anyway."

"You don't have a Chinese name? I mean a more localized one?"

Anthony shook his head disinterestedly.Luo Binhan couldn't help but began to wonder whether this matter was reasonable.But he has nothing to complain about—on the Anemone Road in Regenberg, he never used another real local name. Although Yu Xiaorong didn’t know a few Chinese characters, he could speak as well as Anthony ( and aggressive) Mandarin, Malcolm is not that fluent, but he will also call him "Ronaldo" in a slightly weird tone, and sometimes he will call him "good guy" with a bit of humor, but that is not a real It's just a cultural joke created by the pronunciation of his name.He never imagined that Yu Xiaorong's neighbors would call him "Hans" or "Lucas" one day.It sounded really irrelevant to him.

He also asked Anthony what the "M" between "Antony" and "Kent" meant.

"In memory of my grandmother," Anthony said. "She was said to have a bit of a psychic quality."

"really?"

"I don't know. That's what my parents said. My sister knew it was going to be a red-haired girl before she was born. When she was alive, she played a little bit of poker and had a crystal ball. The crystal ball was real. , now in my sister's studio. She thinks it's cool."

"Is there anyone else in your family who is psychic?"

"No, it's not that exaggerated. Anyway, I have never encountered any strange things." Anthony said casually, "You have to know that there are too many such family legends in our place. The old houses in the country are haunted, not to mention our family. And a couple of redheads with some stupid stuff... demons, psychopaths, witches, whatever. You don't believe that, do you?"

"I don't really believe it—unless I see it with my own eyes."

"I don't believe it," Anthony said.He frowned suddenly, and added after a moment: "I guess I'm kind of a skeptic."

"You don't have religious beliefs?" Robin Han asked.Out of caution he added: "Just curious, if you don't mind."

Anthony showed an indifferent attitude. "I don't," he said bluntly. "If you're talking about any religious organization, or any book that's been called a holy book, I can't believe that. I admit there's something odd— For example, this store is indeed a small probability event in reality - but I don't believe in prayers and spells. I do believe in extraterrestrial life, and they will exist in probability."

"What about the people around you? What do they think?"

"I said I didn't have many friends," said Anthony dryly, "but, as far as I know, people in my circle are generally not very religious. We have too many other crap things to worry about. How many people are interested in discussing this."

He did not seem interested in this, so Luo Binhan never asked about this topic again.And maybe because of the exchange of names, maybe because he seemed a little slumped in the past two days, Anthony Kent treated him a lot kinder invisibly.They were almost casual friends.Now when they sit at the same table, Anthony taps the keyboard more frequently.

Sometimes he could hear Anthony muttering a few vague complaints in English, as if he was in some trouble.When the work is really not going well, he will even close the computer angrily, and chat with Luo Binhan absent-mindedly for a few minutes.Luo Binhan could see that he was not talking to him wholeheartedly, but just making some noise while thinking about other things. One of his assistants used to call this "changing his mind".He doesn't mind other people chatting with him like this. In fact, Zhou Yu often does this too, but he hides it better than Anthony.It is always difficult for outsiders to tell whether Zhou Yu is concentrating and obedient or distracted.

"I hate changing other people's stuff," he said without thinking. "Shit. Doesn't make any sense. I don't know why it had to add that paragraph. I could do it better myself. Your 'gardening problem' What is it?"

When this sentence was asked, Luo Binhan had already stopped staring at the paper rose.On his phone, he was slogging through a freshly arrived branch annual report so he could speak at a videoconference next week.Nan Mingguang sent a message to remind him to meet with several old partners before going abroad.Sixteen calls came in in the morning, but Luo Binhan only recognized the numbers of his two cousins ​​and Xie Zhenwan.He didn't answer any of them, and that behavior was appropriate until the evening, when he could justify that he was in a meeting during the day.These things swirled in his head like sewage from a front-loading washing machine when he stared at last year's performance data.

He suddenly felt something close to resentment towards Jing Juan, for the nightmare in Liyuan, and because they left him in this bloody nonsense.He knew he shouldn't be thinking this way, but it just came to him so naturally.So he began to tell himself to stop thinking about it and imagine that it was all fake.Jing Huang has gone, and Momolo no longer lives in his house, so it is impossible to verify whether they really existed.It might all be his own imagination, at least for now he could tell himself so, so he wouldn't have to think about the garden, or whether Joan would ever come back.He has to pretend nothing happened in order to realize the meaning of real life.He had to read the damn report.

Anthony patted him, and Luo Binhan raised his head as if electrocuted.

"You look really bad," Anthony said. "What kind of gardening problem can get you so carried away?"

"You want to say that you are out of your mind?"

"I've been talking about wandering souls. Can't it be used like this?"

"We generally say 'mind-wandering.'"

"I thought that meant something." Anthony shrugged. "The soul is the spiritual form of a person, right? But God doesn't necessarily have to be. Don't you think 'wandering soul' is more reasonable than 'wandering mind'?"

Robin Han forced a smile.He put down his phone and rubbed his temples vigorously.

"It's an idiom," he explained dryly. "There's no strict reason for it, it's just that we all use it that way. If people are thinking blankly, we use 'wandering mind'. There's another word called 'lost soul.' , but usually we don’t use it very much.”

"why?"

"It sounds like it's more serious...like something major happened, or someone died. Here in our country, if someone has a fever and is unconscious, they say the person is 'lost soul', which means his part The soul is not in the body. We don't use 'wandering' at this point."

"Quite interesting. But actually your 'god' isn't gone, is it? When you don't talk or talk to people, you're actually focusing your 'god' on another thing, in your Inside the body. I don’t know why so many languages ​​describe this kind of meditation as the soul coming out of the body, like you’re going somewhere that doesn’t exist.”

He has indeed been to places that should not exist.Robin Han thought to himself.The garden of hidden horrors.He obviously couldn't draw any specific outline, but when he recalled it, he seemed to be in it.What would Anthony Kent have said if he had seen that garden too?
"It's kind of weird," he said. "I haven't thought about it. I'm neither a linguist nor a religious scientist anyway."

"Then what are you good at? Gardening?"

"I'm not good at anything." Luo Binhan said, "This is how we rich second generations are."

"I also know a rich second generation." Anthony said, "That person seems to be good at everything."

"Well, it's just me."

Anthony gave him another look, as if wondering if he was offended by it.Luo Binhan picked up a French fries and stuffed it into his mouth indifferently.Didn't taste anything.After that night, he seemed to lose interest in most pleasures.But he thinks this is only temporary, just like the time Jing Juan disappeared two and a half years ago, he also lived well after a short period of daze.Sooner or later he would forget about that garden, if there were enough bad things in life.

Anthony Kent has finally lost interest in gardening problems.He continued to tap on the computer screen, and after a while he asked coldly, "How about your old problem?"

"Same as usual." Luo Binhan said, "I don't remember anything."

"And you're just sitting here."

"I'm going to go abroad for some errands in a few days, and I have to wait until I come back to talk about everything else."

"at this time?"

"Got to meet some family members. We agreed."

Anthony Kent toiled uninterestedly.Luo Binhan didn't intend to say more.He knew that Yu Xiaorong's seaside holiday had ended yesterday, and he also saw her post a few pictures on the homepage of social networking sites, most of which were seascape souvenirs, two of the interesting-shaped shells she picked up, and one that seemed to be a snake or fish skin.Judging from the photo, she has already hung it on the wall of her bedroom, supported by a green and crisp bamboo pole.

Luo Binhan didn't know what this meant, but he was used to Yu Xiaorong's various whimsical ideas.Maybe around the time she was into shamanism or druidism or something like that.Although her mother is a complete materialist and never believes in anything mysterious, Yu Xiaorong has loved horror legends about monsters or aliens since she was a child.Fortunately, her interests always come and go quickly, and she never really takes gods, ghosts and foxes seriously.She's just an adventurous girl by nature, and he doesn't think it's a big deal—especially compared to her problems with picking a boyfriend.

He was eager to meet her, to see if she was different now than she was two years ago.And Yu Xiaorong has sent messages twice and three times asking him when he will come to Regenberg.She hasn't told Yu Qingshu about his return yet, but she doesn't promise that she won't do so.If he didn't come, Yu Qingshu would show up in Lihai City sooner or later.He would have preferred to get this done sooner.

"Looks like you won't see him," Anthony said.

"Who?"

"The boss here. Now I agree with you that he is avoiding you. He is always away before you come."

Now Luo Binhan is not so urgent about this matter.Both Garden Dream and Yu Xiaorong occupied his thoughts, so he didn't have much energy to investigate this little mystery.

"I'll think about it when I get back," he said. "You didn't ask him why he avoided me?"

"He didn't respond." Anthony paused and said, "You know what? I'm starting to think you two might have something to do with each other."

"I guess you mean the holidays."

"Don't be picky. You know what it means."

Robin Han didn't say anything more.He was a little curious about how Anthony learned a foreign language—the intonation and pronunciation were almost perfect, at least much better than Malcolm's, but the words were not so precise.This is not in line with his understanding of the laws of foreign language learning.

"I'll try to get him to see me," he said, "when I get back."

"You'd better make sure it's still there when you get back," Anthony said. "It really doesn't make a lot of money here."

"Maybe it's just that we don't make money here."

Anthony Kent looked up at him again.Robin Han didn't explain anything.He hadn't seen any unusual guests in the past two days.Two or three curious people walked in quietly, and left after finding no one was open at the counter.The girl who stared at Chen Wei never appeared again.Luo Binhan didn't know if this incident was related to him. If he thought that the shopkeeper would rather let the business die completely in order to avoid him, it seemed a bit too self-centered.Is he so important?For a person who can ask Chen Wei to help with part-time work? He has no way to hurt the other party, unless the other party thinks that talking to him is intolerable.It's not entirely impossible that there are people who scream at flies or bees.

This is not absurd.he thought to himself.Even if a fly is not as deadly as a human being, its ugliness and noise are unbearable.Until he had carefully studied the stuffed butterflies, he had never realized how grim and monstrous the lepidopteran heads looked, almost menacing.And that was only out of his own imagination, the butterfly or the moth never cared.He's not a butterfly, and it's somewhat embarrassing to think he's so disliked by a stranger (or alien?).He can't help but wonder what wrong things he has done in his life - there are too many, and he will definitely not pass the unicorn's moral inspection.

"I'm leaving." He said a little sadly.

"Fair wind." Anthony didn't lift his head.But he didn't use the wrong word this time.

Luo Binhan went to the counter to pay the bill with his mobile phone. The receiving account was personal and the name was "Gun Flower", but his profile picture was a sunny blue day that was seriously distorted.Now even the old people in his family group don't use such boring avatars anymore, and he always weighs the real age of the mysterious shopkeeper every time he checks out.He couldn't help but test Anthony tactfully, wondering who would use the default desktop of an early computer system as an account avatar.

When he asked, Anthony Kent looked at him with raised eyebrows, as if he had said something rather inappropriate.

"You should be able to tell that these are two pictures, right? He is definitely not using that desktop wallpaper."

"I just think the style is very similar." Luo Binhan said, "High saturation. Blue sky, white clouds and green grass. Distorted synthetic pictures."

"That's not a composite picture."

"You mean his avatar?"

"I said that the default wallpaper you mentioned, the one with a small slope on the left. You must have not looked at it carefully. It is not a composite picture, but a real photo. The photographer named this photo 'Bu Lis', which means bliss - I'm not sure I'm using the right word, it's 'happy as in paradise'. I guess the guy who took the photo must feel like he's in heaven, this photo is a sell The price is sky-high."

"Oh." Robin Han said.After a while he asked, "Where is the place in the photo?"

"It's completely different now. It used to grow grapes. It was wine. I don't know what it looks like now, but it's probably full of grape racks. You can't reproduce that The photo's - a lot of people have tried."

"I didn't think about it either." Robin Han denied. "I don't really like that photo, even if it's real. It's so perfect and empty, it looks weird and uncomfortable. That's why I always thought it was a composite picture."

"It seems that you have nothing to do with bliss," Anthony said.On the flight to Regenberg, Robinham kept thinking about it.

　The new crown is not yet complete.

　　still alive.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)